When the plot-skips players into the game world

Unlike the woman previously known as "Blood Diamond," who always emanated a faint glow like moonlight—even when he strained his eyes, he couldn't see anything from the place where "Alistair's" voice was coming from.

Even though the other party probably couldn't see him either, Minister Drost still put on a kind and cheerful smile, "Mr. Alistair—or should I say Miss? So it's you who has come to rescue me?"

As he said this, his heart leaped slightly, filled with inexplicable nervousness.

And he went on chattering ceaselessly, "I'm really grateful to you—but how did you know who I was?"

"Of course, it was 'Grey' Miss who told me."

The Shadow Demon chuckled lowly, reveling in the chaos.

"Grey... So she is also a Miss? My apologies..."

Minister Drost's face showed self-reproach while he tested "Miss Alistair's" attitude: "I once thought he was a young gentleman, and speculated... he and Miss Grey Green had a special relationship... after all, I know Miss Grey Green does have such preferences..."

If Alistair and Grey's relationship was poor, then she would either speak up to mock or remain silent at this point.

If their relationship was good, she would defend against such speculation.

But "Alistair" just chuckled: "I heard you've been investigating me?"

"Indeed."

Drost didn't hide anything: "It was a necessary precaution..."

"Whatever you say."

"Alistair" said, "Stretch out your hands and I'll help you cut off the handcuffs."

"Alright—"

Drost was convinced the person was there to free him: "Did you come in by force? What about the Guardian?"

"He's not here, because someone from the royal family died..."

"Alistair" snickered slyly, speaking softly.

The next moment, the shadow transformed into a blade.

And directly severed Drost's hands.

He let out a terrible scream, staggering back two steps.

"You—"

Drost shouted angrily.

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He was silent for a moment, adopting a posture so humble it was almost servile: "Indeed, you have cut off the shackles that bound my hands..."

"Just say whether your hands are free or not. They can be healed anyway."

The Shadow Demon chuckled deeply, making a pleased sound: "Come on, stretch out your legs. I'll cut off your shackles."

This time, Drost hesitated.

"What's the matter," the Shadow Demon taunted: "Are you afraid I'll chop off your legs too?"

"Not at all... I trust you..."

Saying this, Drost stretched out his legs.

He didn't have a choice.

Whether Alistair was cruel by nature, or seeking retribution for the investigation... he didn't have a choice.

He could only swallow his grievances for now.

Just you wait, until I reach Star Antimony...

Drost thought bitterly in his mind.

I heard Alistair is a woman? If she's a woman, that's even better... he knew too well how to torment a woman.

The next moment, he let out another scream.

His legs, too, were cut off.

"Too well how to torment a woman... that's what you were thinking, right?"

"Alistair" said mockingly.

"—You can read minds?!"

Drost's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Unfortunately, I do not know. It was just a guess,"

The Shadow Demon chuckled deeply, "It seems I guessed correctly."

For some reason, Lily, who had been silent, suddenly felt that the Shadow Demoness had become somewhat like Aiwass...

If it had been Mr. Aiwass, perhaps he would have done the same.

"Please, Miss, spare me..."

Drost immediately knelt on the ground, humbly pressing his forehead to the earth, ignoring the fact that his arms and legs had been severed, enduring the pain, "Or you could just chop off my head..."

Wait, Shadow Demoness...

Lily suddenly thought to herself.

She wanted to know if she would be murdered by the other party because she was a bastard child or because she was a girl?

The Shadow Demon listened patiently to her and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You have a chance, Charles Drost. Your offspring, your grandchildren... who is your favorite child?"

"Alai" let out a cruel laugh, speaking softly, "You'd better not lie."

"It's my granddaughter... Sulyani Drost."

Drost was uneasy.

"Why?" the Shadow Demon pressed.

"Because..."

Drost hesitated for a moment but then answered honestly, "Because she's also my daughter."

Upon hearing this, Lily closed her eyes, restraining the turbulent desire to kill within her.

"Hahahaha..."

The Shadow Demon laughed heartily, "True to your nature, old man—so what if, I asked you to give her to me as a sacrifice in exchange for your life. Would you agree?"

"...You are not Alistair?"

You are the Shadow Demon?

Hearing this, Drost was suddenly shocked, attempting to raise his head.

But as he tried to lift his head, it was fiercely stomped back down.

—Only Demons demand sacrifices.

No wonder she could read minds... and no wonder she was so irritable...

"What if I am?"

The Shadow Demon cruelly said, "Will you give, or will you not?"

"I will give, I will give!"

Drost said without hesitation, "Everything can be given to you! The entire Drost Family—"

Before he could finish speaking, the foot on his neck pressed down even harder.

"...I understand,"

A voice that should have been gentle but was now somewhat hoarse spoke up, "You don't love anyone... Lord Drost."

"Does my voice sound familiar?"

"You are...?"

Drost could not recall whose voice it was.

So he tried to answer, "The real Alistair?"

Suddenly, a massive black spiral lance pierced through him from the front, hoisting him up like a flag.

"—If the young master wishes."

Lily said thus, "I can be."

The next moment, the Shadow Demon's evil and crazy laughter echoed.

In the midst of Drost's shrill screams, he was ripped into pieces by the Shadow Demon, starting from his limbs.